Mercutio: 'Twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man.Mercutio: (cont.) A plague o' both your houses They have made worms' meat of me. (a silent whisper) A plague o' both your houses!Mercutio: (cont.) Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.Romeo: I thought all for the best.

-Next scene-Romeo: Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads,Romeo: (cont.) Staying for thine to keep him company.

Tybalt: Thou, wretched boy, shalt with him hence.

Romeo: (with frightening intensity) Either thou or I, or both, must go with him. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him!-End-